Two extremely drunk and happy homeless men were having a grand old time sitting on milk crates and teasing all the passers by. I tried to sneak past unnoticed without success. They remarked on how lovely I am (need I clarify those are my words, not theirs) before they moved on to the next person.
The next morning there they were much more subdued, but awake. They seemed to recognize me as I came bouncing toward. One said, with a big toothless grin:
“Hey, there she go again! Lookin’ good enough to eat!”
Then I responded with all the unsuspecting Southern innocence and charm:
“Hey, you’re still here?!”
Big smile. Bound past. Best of luck!